Wednesday, 18 July 2007

London Friends


I dont think that i got a chance to properly say Goodbye to my amazing, wonderful friends in London.
Im sure that they are some of the best friends, if not the best i ever made in my life...
London was a great experience.. some days i feel like packing a rucksack and coming back.
London is such a great city with a little of everything, tucked in every corner you find something and someone new.
First there were the crazy colombians and Alina.. My Aline.. why did you have to go back to Germany? Portabello will never be the same without you! Efriams singing and amazing salsa skills, Diego and his infectious smile.. the day at the tate on the slides of death ! ohh my !!
Then came the Americans , the two Amys and Welsh Ray the architect ( the next Sir Norman i assure you) and Tyson... eyyyy.. Britannia sure was a wierd one wasnt it.. but we really had some fun. Amy W.. I am forever sorry for almost killing you whilst in the wheelchair!
Marcela rolled into town.. we picked up some random Venezuelan at a Salsa/Reggaeton night on Shaftsbury and history was made.. the one and only JHON... JHON, gotta love him.
Then came Gabo( my brother from another..i love you), Ivan (my china) ,Luis (bff! je je), the coshis (forever !) and there we were the best friends you could ever have! People came and people went home.. CAROL WHY DID YOU LEAVE US !
Baby Mau..COLOMBIANO and those hips! wowwww! Elliott.. I love you ! je je..Juan Pa ! adorable.. Fabio.. "hgmmmmmm".. Christian .. he even started to smile.. Eric..stylish!GUSTAVO ! the greatest guy alive with an amazing heart and my marce.. Cochi numero 1.. tkm po !





I MISS YOU GUYS !

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Guadalajara Guadalajara

I LOVE JALISCO !

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Alinnnnna!!

I was rather sad to find out today that a small "shipment" of German candy had been sent to my London address... ohhhh what i would do for Toffifee right now!! Carlos V just isnt doing it for me!!
I will let you know my address as soon as i get to Guate!

Love x x
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Osea pues..Pa Chapines!

CHAPIN CON ORGULLO...
El Guatemalteco no toma: chupa
El Guatemalteco no saluda: dice "que putas" o "que onda?"
El Guatemalteco no enamora: cantinea
El Guatemalteco no festeja: parrandea
El Guatemalteco no conversa: platica
El Guatemalteco no critica: pela
El Guatemalteco no abusa: se columpia
El Guatemalteco no molesta: friega y chinga
El Guatemalteco no presume: chilerea
El Guatemalteco no toma drogas: se hecha los pitos
El Guatemalteco no ríe hasta mas no poder: se caga de la risa
El Guatemalteco no se accidenta: se va a hacer mierda
El Guatemalteco no es malvado: es pura mierda
El Guatemalteco no se avergüenza: se chivea
El Guatemalteco no se acobarda: se ahueva
El Guatemalteco no resiste: le hace huevos
El Guatemalteco no se molesta: se encabrona
El Guatemalteco no se desnuda: se empelota
El Guatemalteco no hace el amor: se echa un polvito
El Guatemalteco no se da un golpe: se da un morongazo
El Guatemalteco no se va corriendo: sale hecho mierda!
El Guatemalteco no se escapa: se pela
El Guatemalteco no sale en grupo: sale en mara
El Guatemalteco no tiene un problema: tiene un clavo
El Guatemalteco no tiene novia: tiene culito!
El Guatemalteco no pide que lo lleven: pide jalón
El Guatemalteco no va de paseo: se da un colazo
El Guatemalteco no toma siestas: se echa un cuaje
El Guatemalteco no descansa: echa la hueva
El Guatemalteco no te golpea: te pijasea
El Guatemalteco no es bonito: es chulo
El Guatemalteco no tiene un carrazo: tiene una nave
El Guatemalteco no ve una película: ve una lica
El Guatemalteco no le gusta una canción: le llega una rola
El Guatemalteco no es apuesto: es un mango
El Guatemalteco no es valiente: es huevudo!
El Guatemalteco no es haragán: es huevón
El Guatemalteco no es presumido: es caquero
El Guatemalteco no es avaro: es codo
El Guatemalteco no es inmaduro: es un ishto
El Guatemalteco no es entrometido: es shute!
El Guatemalteco no es adinerado: es pistudo
El Guatemalteco no es listo: es cabrón
El Guatemalteco no es diestro: es buso
El Guatemalteco no es un tipo bueno: es buena nota
El Guatemalteco no es un tipo tremendo: es un cabrón
El Guatemalteco no juega béisbol: juega al FÚTBOL mijito!
El Guatemalteco no es cualquier cosa: es CHAPIN
Its just a bit of fun !!
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Dreaming of Guatemala..

GUATEMALA (1954)
Sentando en una roca,
Testigo del crepúsculo
Testigo del atardecer,
Me doy cuenta como la luna
Atraganta al sol.
Entra la noche,
La luz se esconde.
Las nubes como un ciego apresurado
Se mueven sin destino.
La lluvia empieza a caer,
Lluvia rocía de agua,
Se despliega por doquier.
Y entran en mi alma las corrientes,
Corrientes que despiertan mi nostalgia
Y me hacen pensar.
Empiezo a repasar mi vida, mi país.
Nacido entre los andurriales de Guatemala,
Terruño que me vio nacer
Y que nunca he vuelto a ver.
Debajo las piedras de la tierra
Se esconde la sangre de la historia,
Sangre de inocentes destinados a morir.
Bajo los paisajes;
Donde después de 36 años
Las hojas volvieron a verdear,
Se encuentran los cadáveres de los patojos,
Muchachos que por siempre
Vivirán jóvenes en las memorias
De los que un día los vieron partir
Y nunca regresar.
Los gemidos de la historia
Se escuchan entre las tinieblas del anochecer.
Todo comenzó en esos días,
Cuando la patria intentaba dar sus propios pasos,
Cuando los gigantes invadieron,
E hicieron lo que ambicionaron.
Cuando la tierra presenció
Las masacres contra los indígenas
Y contra el pueblo,
La tierra se trago la sangre de los hombres
Asesinados sin compasión,
Los ríos escupieron los huesos
De los difuntos que fueron
Sepultados en las aguas.
Esos son los días negros,
Cuando la luna perdió la sonrisa,
Días cuando la eterna primavera
Se convirtió en otoño,
El día en que las flores
Perdieron su orgullo de fulgurar,
Cuando el sol dejo de relumbrar
Sobre la bella patria que se convertiría en luto desconsolado.
Ese fue el día en que el Quetzal;
El bello Quetzal orgullo de la bandera,
Se echo entre las montañas a esconderse,
Entre los collados se perdió y nunca regreso.
Ese mismo día el pájaro de verde plumaje
Perdió la rojez del pecho,Y lloró lágrimas ensangrentadas.
Se filtraron los años,
Incontables vidas marcharon hacia la muerte,
Muchos fueron tragados por la tierra
En acto de agonía y valentía por salvar la patria.
Los gigantes ambiciosos se fueron,
Pero el daño ya estaba hecho,
Dejaron a la patria sin pies y sin brazos,
Pero el corazón de los valientes todavía palpitaba.
Y esos mismos latidos
Palpitan hoy bajo la tierra y bajo las tumbas
Diciendo que no hay que olvidar la historia,
La historia negra de la patria
Herida por ambición ajena...
Herida pero no destruida;
Aunque sin pies y sin brazos,
Todavía quedaba el CORAZON.
Fueron 36 los años de muerte
Por la ambición de los ambiciosos
That poem really made me think.. (well, im always thinking about the subject at some point in the day) Beautifully sad and poetic, it really made me want to go and tell the world about the history of such a wonderful country, Guatemala.
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Tuesday, 17 July 2007

New Quote

I saw this last night and i really liked it..

" El Libro gobierna a los hombres y es el maestro del porvenir"
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Hip Hip Hoorayyyyy!!!!

All my worrying can finally stop.. I have confirmation that my job is going ahead and i start shortly.
I fly to guatemala on the 26th of July !!!
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¿Nacapulco?

So Acapulco wasnt that bad... if not a little expensive and the heat was extreme..we did have a great time.. The girls partied at night although i stayed at the apartment watching american movies badly dubbed into SPAIN SPANISH... ewwwwwwwwwwww....
I awoke at 7.30 on sunday morning to find the girls were still not home... about 5 minutes later a heard a male voice "vos" and i knew something terrible had happened...
Vanis opened the bedroom door with a large grin and began to describe in detail the night that has come to pass, the grin... as 4 young Argentine boys sat in our salon.. "vos" explained...
Before i knew it one of them was in the bed beside me as he didnt want to go to the "plaszya"..."playa" i corrected him... 7.40am... i was out of bed..on the beach... and the girls.. well... there my coshis...who knows that happened...
Vanis and I rented a quad and drove up and down the beach for an hour or so.. we were told we could have another 30 minutes free if we kissed the rather naco drunken teen whom the quad belonged to.. we declined the offer..
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You can do anything you want; aslong as it makes sense!

So, my last blog doesn´t work so Im starting from scratch!

Im back in... Tepic !! Right where i started, Kinda!!

The 12 hour bus ride wasn´t so comfortable this time..but the tacos supplied at 9am by a rather handsome young man who came aboard just before the border of Nayarit really made me feel GREAT! super picoso!! Also the 6 yr old boy sitting across from me that tried to impress me by beating up his "Scooby Doo" plush for atleast 8 hours was quite amusing....
The bus was headed for Tijuana... Im glad i wasnt going that far.. 12 hours to Tepic was far more than enough for me..
A young guy of about 16yrs sat at the back of the bus close to me.. Id seen his emotional goodbye to his family at the Terminal Norte in DF and couldnt resist asking him where his journey was taking him. He was going to Tijuana..and then "across the border". That made me feel sad.


So where did it start... i left my job, bought a ticket to Los Angeles... I was going back to LAM.
An emotional goodbye at the airport in London went to delayed flights, cancelled flights and my first encounter with a "Chicano" whilst waiting for my conection to LAX.
After sitting beside him as he spoke on his cell phone for 10 minutes i finally understood the Chicano "EY" mock that i had never understood before..the spanglish was rather amusing. We started talking after he asked me if i was Mexican.. random question to ask a stranger i thought.. but it was funny anyways.
After an amazing few days there in the OC with one of my best friends in the world..Mr AC , i took a morning flight to Puerto Vallarta..a 3hr flight after a near nervous breakdown at LAX after being told by a rather rude lady at Delta that i would have to pay $50 in excess for my famously overweight baggage, the problem being that i only had Mexican pesos with me and the nearest Foriegn Exchange office was a 15 minute walk away "somewhere down there".
I lugged my bags..all 4 of them down stairs, into lifts..down corridors..and 15 minutes later (with my flight leaving in less than 45minutes) was still no closer to the exchange bureau, or knowing where it even was!
I finally made check in..and spent the next few hours sitting next to a VERY strange american couple who lived in London. I cant stress just how strange they really were.

PVR has gotten really smart, the airport was totally transformed since my last visit...the only problem i had was my luggage... i had..have ! so much luggage!!
The bus left early which was great.. the journey was great until a guy got on by near Cruz and insisted on changed the video.. "conversations with God"... i had to laugh and think to myself.. "Im back in México".. It was gonna happen at some point..

I took a bus to Tepic where a smiling Siller was waiting for me ! It was great to see him after a year!
The time in Tepic passed so quickly! We roadtripped, went to some amazing beaches...and most importantly we ATE!! Molcajetes with amazing seafood, fresh tortillas, salsa verde.. tacos! yummmyyyy!!

This photo was taken at Playa Novillero, Northern Nayarit..close to the border with Sinaloa (and yes im still dying to get up there! I was invited to go to Culican this wkend but i cant go ! me muero !!!)

The boys managed to drink atleast 160 beers between the 12 of them, if not more... DESMADRE!!!
Novillero was great.... the botanero was amazing... one word "AGUA"!!!!!
The waitress (whom the boys swore was a man) had apparently taken a shine to Siller on thier last visit so we got "extra special service".
The best thing about the Botanero is that the amazing food is free..you only pay for the beer that you drink.. which is a few more pesos than the average.. with that, the waitress wasnt so impressed with my request for Coca Cola.

After the heat of Tuxpan (and im talking 49! 50!) i came back with not 1 but 24 mosquito bites on my legs, thus ruining my hopes of being the "belle" of the ball ... Yamis Grad Party at the oh so prez Sherton Centro Historico....However, my extra week of work and the extra money it brought came in handy... on my way through fabricas i found the most amazing traje ever... it was a little pricey... but.. it covered the bites... which by the way had gone by the time of the party..


The Dress !

Test Shot !!


The Party was a great success, over 500 people turned out and everyone looked great!
The food was amazing, the band played great music and at 4am Chillaquiles and Mariachis arrived which made the party unique and really made the night !
Felicidades Lic.Yami Hernandez Infante!!



p.s - You cant fool me Dennis!!
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